And you is some song.

So, I just got on during my one hour break to check my e-mail and such to make sure that all is well and then I was going to do my homework. Well, for once my Spanish teacher e-mailed and said he was sick. While this would normally be joyous news, today is Wednesday. Had I not missed my African American Lit course last Monday I would skip today, but due to the fact that I need an A for participation this half of the semester, it can't be done. This means I'm going to be sitting around campus for two hours with nothing to do, instead of only one. Why is it always on days where I'm determined to go to class that something goes amiss? Ah, well.

Not too much is going on. Glee last night was not my favorite episode, but I'm excited for next week with Kristen Chenoweth. This week I'm trying to focus on school, projects, and studying for exams so I can end this semester knowing I did my best and finished all of my work. That's rather hard to do when I'm trying to also focus on my birthday this weekend. I'm trying to maneuver all of my plans so that I can make all my visitors happy and yet do everything I want to do. So far it's working, so I guess I'm good, or at least OK, at all this multi-tasking stuff.

I think some people are tired of me discussing my birthday, but I can't help it. Last year was formal with Becca, which was amazing, but it was also a point where I started thinking about leaving Alpha Phi. Clark was close, my parents weren't close, and it felt as though I had been completely forgotten. This year, however, Becca is visiting, my parents and Molly are visiting, and Clark's here. This means that I am planning to make sure that no one butts heads and all that jazz. While I'm not predicting that people will, I have a tendency to let people make the plans they want to make for stuff, even if it's my birthday. I know I'm being a little selfish this year, but as said before, it's because last year I felt forgotten... and not to mention the birthday is a bigger deal this year!

I always feel like I'm just rambling. I can't believe I have another 2 hours, a little less, to sit around and find something to do. Had I known I definitely would have brought a book with me today, but I thought I wouldn't need it. I know I'm complaining, but it's just so tempting to go home now. That would give me a lot more time, but then this is the last week of school and the last Wednesday class of African American Lit... ugh. I guess we'll see what happens.

Until next time.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you!